‘Definitely no swimsuit model,’ she said grimacing at the extra few pounds that had packed onto her hips from not eating properly and her lack of ...exercise. She cupped her breasts in her hands and evaluated them. They still felt firm without any significant droop and the nipples perked up beneath her palm. She groaned cynically at the thought of her self imposed celibacy as she lay face down on the padded massage table. Her sexual self had died a long time ago and it was a wonder that her. I don't know who won, but the two of them climbed into the cockpit. I thought they'd just taxi the few hundred feet to the hangar, but instead they taxied onto the runway and took off.Johanna sighed. "You people turned my Stoney into an airplane nut." I'm sorry," I said. "I just thought it was a fun tool for getting around." You know I'm kidding, right? He's jealous because our instructor says I fly better than he does." She sighed, but she was smiling as she did. "So where'd everybody else end. But come here first, I want to giveyou something."Reg wondered what it was, so he walked over to her. She reached up andpulled his face down to her and pecked him on the cheek. He grinned,froze for a moment, and then walked off to his bedroom, leaving Ashleywatching TV. She was so full of energy and sweetness. Reg couldn't staymuch longer or he'd wind up doing something stupid. She had to have aboyfriend. He tried to put it all out of mind as he lay in bed waitingto sleep.***A slight poke woke. The constant bumping, touching and caressing of those fingers on my prostate while her lips and tongue caressed my cock was too much for me after a minute more of this. It wasn't a violent orgasm but it felt so long and exquisitely drawn out of me that I felt like I was a puppet who's strings had been cut, to lie limp in this chair. She waited a moment after I was done and then slowly eased me to the floor beside the desk with just quiet touches directing me. I could barely look up when I heard.